“ After you died I realized thatI never really like hunting.I just like hanging out with you. ”
A man touched me: his hand... my thigh.I touched him too: my fist... his jaw.
~ Joseph Gordon-Levitt
His hands were weak and shaking from carrying far too many books from the bookshop. It was the best feeling.
The Sun is such a lonely star. Whenever he comes out to see his friends, they all disappear.
Mapmaker mapmakermake me a mapone to one scale, without a single gap.Map every rock,every thought, every treeand erase all the territory.
